Tehran Grocery Store: My Intelligence is Priced Clearly

[Ding! Ten thousand US dollars have been deducted. Intelligence retrieval complete.]

In my mind, a crisp system notification sounded.

A blue light curtain slowly unfolded before Zhang Jian's eyes.

There were only a few lines of text on it.

[Target Name: Taric]

[Identity: Former Colombian Army Special Forces Driving Instructor, dismissed for violating military discipline, now an independent mercenary in Tehran's underground black market.]

Employer: Nashid (red-haired woman).

[Current Status: On the way to meet with the employer.]

Zhang Jian stared at the words on the panel and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

He tapped his fingers twice on his knee.

This is interesting.

A few days ago, I sent Ali and Haishan to capture him, but they failed.

result……

a few days later.

This guy even hired someone to follow him in broad daylight.

What is this going to do?

Is he trying to use this information as leverage to threaten me?

Or is there another intention?

"Boss, something's up?"

Farhad noticed that Zhang Jian kept his head down, holding his phone, and couldn't help but glance at him.

Zhang Jian turned off the system panel, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and put one in his mouth.

"We've found out the details about that Toyota car."

Farhad was taken aback and quickly asked, "Who is it?"

"You drive your car and watch the road."

Zhang Jian pressed the lighter and leaned over to light the cigarette.

"The guy driving is called Tarik."

"A Colombian, formerly a special driving instructor in the military."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his voice calm.

"As for the person who hired him, you can probably guess."

"Who else could be in a conflict of interest with us, but not directly taking action?"

"Could it be that red-haired woman who knows Nashid's information?!"

Farhad's mind worked quickly, and he soon identified his target.

He frowned slightly. "Is she crazy?"

Zhang Jian leaned back in his chair, watching the street scenes rushing past the window.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food."

"We guessed before that she hadn't reported the information yet."

"If we don't report it, they'll come looking for us sooner or later."

"so……"

"If she wants to come looking for us, the first thing she needs to do is find out who we are."

Zhang Jian flicked off his cigarette ash.

"Only after she has figured out our background can she decide whether to negotiate with us or sell us for a good price."

As Fahad followed Zhang Jian's train of thought, his expression grew increasingly grim.

"That woman is incredibly bold."

"Isn't she afraid of messing things up and losing her life?"

"You have too much money, don't you?"

Zhang Jian scoffed.

"In her view, she is now in a position to both attack and defend, and can wait and see how things develop."

"As long as the Rafi family doesn't know about this, she still has a way out."

"Boss, what do we do now?"

"Should we contact the military again and have them arrest him directly?"

Zhang Jian shook his head.

"Need not."

"What's the use of capturing a mercenary?"

"If Nashid senses something is wrong, she will cut off contact at any time."

"Since she wants to play, let's play with her."

Zhang Jian stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette in the car's ashtray.

"Aren't Suleiman and the others supposed to report for duty tomorrow?"

"Perfect."

"Leave this to them, the elite commando team. Finding someone shouldn't be a problem."

Farhad was invigorated.

"clear!"

……

Southern Tehran.

Inside a secluded house.

The roller shutter door was half-drawn, and the interior was dimly lit.

A black Toyota SUV roared over and came to a steady stop at the entrance.

The car door opened.

A lean man jumped out of the car.

He was wearing a black jacket and had a gloomy expression.

It was Taric.

A woman wearing a black, tight-fitting leather outfit walked out from inside the door.

Her red curly hair was casually pinned up at the back of her head.

"How is the situation?"

Nashid walked to the front of the car, examined the deep dent on the rear of the SUV, and couldn't help but frown.

"Is there an accident?"

Taric slammed the car door shut with a loud bang.

"The information you provided is incorrect."

Tariq stepped forward, speaking in a very impolite tone.

"You only said you were tracking one person, but you didn't tell me he could arbitrarily mobilize the troops stationed in the southern district!"

Nashid paused slightly.

"garrison?"

"Two military jeeps and five or six fully armed regular soldiers!"

Taric gritted his teeth and pointed to the back of the car.

"If I hadn't reacted quickly and used the wall-crashing and tail-whipping maneuver to escape, I would have been caught by those soldiers by now!"

Nashid's brows furrowed tightly.

People from the military.

This guy actually has that much power!

"Did you see who was sitting in the car?"

Nashid pressed for an answer.

"Just the two of them."

Tarik walked to the metal bucket next to him, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and took two big gulps.

"A person of Asian descent was sitting in the passenger seat."

"The driver was a local."

"Good alertness; they must have received some training."

Nashid took a deep breath.

Things were more complicated than she had imagined.

The two people who went to arrest her earlier were clean and efficient; they were clearly professionals.

This driver doesn't seem easy to deal with either, especially with his military background.

How could a person of Asian descent possess such great abilities?

"Nahid, I can't take this job."

Tariq threw the empty water bottle on the ground.

"I'm just a mercenary who does things for money; I don't want to fight the military to the death."

"Pay me the balance, and this matter will end here."

Nashid looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Tarik, it's probably a bit too late for you to back out now."

Taric's expression changed, and he suddenly reached for the gun handle at his lower back.

"What do you mean?"

"take it easy."

Nashid spread her hands to indicate that she had no weapons.

"You followed them all day on the street, and then ran away in front of the military."

"Do you think that with that Chinese intelligence network, they wouldn't be able to find out who owns this car?"

"Even if you hide now, they will come looking for you sooner or later."

Tarik's hand froze in mid-air, and his expression instantly turned even more grim.

The Iranian military wanted to find him, but he had nowhere to hide in Tehran.

"What exactly do you want?"

Tariq lowered his voice.

"Add more money."

Nashid's expression became more serious.

"I'll give you another five thousand dollars."

"I need you to tie someone up for me."

Tarik paused for a moment.

"Tie up that Asian guy?"

"Are you crazy! He's not someone you can easily deal with!"

"Who said I was going to tie him up?"

Nashid gave a cold laugh.

"We are no match for them in a head-on confrontation."

"But there must be more than just him there."

Nashid took a few steps forward, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes.

"I roughly know where they are. Go there and keep an eye on them."

"Once anyone connected to him comes forward, take action!"

"As long as we have him in our hands, that Asian man will have to sit down and talk to me!"

"At that time..."

"Hmph, they're still completely at our mercy!"